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-> Comment!fics - anyone want a little snippet fic just to kind of ease me back into writing, feel free to post a comment with a prompt/pairing.
-> Ugh, have one weird, flat, weak arm but it is functioning although VERY sore. However, I HAVE WRITTEN STUFF!
-> I'm kind of bottle-necked though, looking at my loooong list of things I want to write. It's hard to decide!
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marvel_bang, you might be hooking me in. 10k seems to be my natural limit, heh. I may end up doing two stories because I can't pick between a Steve/Tony story I'd already started and a Clint/Coulson idea.
-> Ugh, have one weird, flat, weak arm but it is functioning although VERY sore. However, I HAVE WRITTEN STUFF!
-> I'm kind of bottle-necked though, looking at my loooong list of things I want to write. It's hard to decide!
->
marvel_bang, you might be hooking me in. 10k seems to be my natural limit, heh. I may end up doing two stories because I can't pick between a Steve/Tony story I'd already started and a Clint/Coulson idea.![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
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"It's simple. Whenever we go out, he pretends to be my boyfriend so guys don't grope my amazing bodacious ta-tas," Darcy says, accepting the change for her slushie and watching the cashier's eyes inevitably flick to said ta-tas.
"When you go out," Jane says slowly. "Then you make out for a few hours?"
"It's..." Darcy frowns, taking a thoughtful sip. "Clint says it's all about believability."
"You don't mind making out with him," Jane says.
"Duh, of course not. He's smoking hot."
"And he's the one who suggested it in the first place so obviously he doesn't mind."
"I guess?" Darcy says, just as Clint nudges up behind her, putting a possessive hand on her hip and stealing a sip of her slushie over her shoulder. He's glaring at the cashier who very quickly stops ogling and finds something to do at the other end of the store. "Hey, are you my boyfriend?" Darcy asks into the side of his face.
"Yeah, for about six weeks now. Wait, what did you think was going on?" Clint asks, blinking.
"I thought we were fake-dating!"
"Wouldn't fake dating have less groping?"
"I guess?" Darcy repeats as Jane rolls her eyes and side-steps Thor in one smooth motion, making way for him at the counter since he looks like he has the entire confectionary aisle clutched in his arms.
"What did I miss?" he asks, around a giant peanut butter cup poking out of the side of his mouth.
"Not as much as Darcy, apparently," Jane says as Clint chuckles and Darcy thumps her head on his shoulder.
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Clint for the win.
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Why don't i have a Thor or Jane or Darcy icon? Not good!
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